Poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay

The Suicide, by Edna St. Vincent Millay

"Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more!
Thou hast mocked me, starved me, beat my b...

Three Songs of Shattering, by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I The first rose on my rose-tree
Budded, bloomed, and shattered,
During sad days when to me...

Time Does Not Bring Relief, by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss...

To the Not Impossible Him, by Edna St. Vincent Millay

How shall I know, unless I go
To Cairo and Cathay,
Whether or not this blessed spot
Is blest...

Travel, by Edna St. Vincent Millay

The railroad track is miles away,
And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn't a...

Weeds, by Edna St. Vincent Millay

White with daisies and red with sorrel
And empty, empty under the sky!--
Life is a quest and l...

The Little Ghost, by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I knew her for a little ghost
That in my garden walked;
The wall is high--higher than most--
...

Assault, by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I I had forgotten how the frogs must sound
After a year of silence, else I think
I should not...

Blight, by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Hard seeds of hate I planted
That should by now be grown--
Rough stalks, and from thick stamen...

City Trees, by Edna St. Vincent Millay

The trees along this city street,
Save for the traffic and the trains,
Would make a sound as ...

The Death of Autumn, by Edna St. Vincent Millay

When reeds are dead and a straw to thatch the marshes,
And feathered pampas-grass rides into th...

Doubt No More that Oberon, by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Doubt no more that Oberon--
Never doub that Pan
Lived, and played a reed, and ran
After nymp...

The Dream, by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Love, if I weep it will not matter,
And if you laugh I shall not care;
Foolish am I to think...

Ebb, by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I know what my heart is like
Since your love died:
It is like a hollow ledge
Holding a little...

Elegy, by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Let them bury your big eyes
In the secret earth securely,
Your thin fingers, and your fair,
...